There is a KFC by my house that reopened recently after renovation. I happen to discover that their chicken is freaking delicious. The only problem is actually obtaining the chicken. You can’t just walk into a KFC and buy some chicken. You have to earn that chicken.
The cashier girl is nice but still new to the system. I want two breasts, mac ‘n’ cheese and mashed potatoes. Do you want to subsitute… No, I just want what I ordered. I don’t care if I have to pay more to get what I want. The girl rings me up for a breast, thigh, mac ‘n’ cheese and mashed potatoes. Whatever, close enough.
The chicken guy waves me over. They don’t have any extra-crispy breast. Fine, give me original. It’s practically the same. He goes over and examines the chicken parts. He comes back and tells me they don’t have any original either. I am getting irritated and he confesses that they don’t have breast of any type.
Why do things have to be so complicated? I deal with this kind of shit at work all day. Things go wrong and you can either do it the “corporate way” or my way. The corporate way involves a lot of gesticulating and managers until the customer finally gets fed up and leaves. My way is to cut the crap and do something. I don’t care if I am supposed to do it or not.
I lean in close to the chicken guy. Listen, I know what you are going through. Just throw in a few of those odd pieces over there and lets just call it good. The chicken guy looks unsure and looks toward the manager. You can call your manager but you know it is going to take all day. The chicken guy shrugs and throws a few drum sticks in the box. Thinking for yourself might get you fired at some places but it guarantees that you will succeed at life.
You’re welcome chicken man.